Sssummer! (Updated!)

I made a new friend down by Wascana lake this morning. She was very nervous but eventually settled down into a state of limp noodledom. Have I ever mentioned how much I love urban wildlife? Deer, coyotes, hares, owls, crows, ground squirrels and sssnakes. I love ’em all. (Except wasps. Wasps are vicious mechanisms of calibrated hate.)

Ever get stung by a whole hive? I have. Motherfuckers. I was also bitten by wasps, if you can believe it. I was being investigated by a couple and I froze in fear (after the whole hive incident) and more came along and they goddamned started eating the skin on my toes. How’s that for a nightmarish childhood experience?